Tag: 35mm film

3 Sixty 5 Photography: 068 Julie. Los Feliz.

Typically not something I enjoy in photography, the random chances with the equipment of photography, but the Sprocket Rocket sometimes creates these really interesting “flaws” that turn a photo into something unique and more than it was before.

You can see there are light leaks that came through the sprocket hols, almost creating a trailing effect along the lower sprockets. To me, it creates this odd dream like a effect, like a flash was popped in a fluid ocean of dream and this was the result. Like I said, I’m not the kind of photographer that would really use expired film, flawed cameras or inconsistent technology, and hope for the magic of happenstance; but with the Sprocket Rocket, I the unique flaws it brings to an image are contained enough that they can be relied on to add rather than distract. Its one of those things that makes such a simple camera a great camera. 

3 Sixty 5 Photography: 065 San Pedro.

“Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster- tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?…It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.” – Herman Melville 

3 Sixty 5 Photography: 063 Julie. PCH.

One of my favorite parts of getting out and traveling is that it helps me realize how little I really need to be happy. Your house is reduced to a carry on. Your routine to the whims of your desires. Your job, your salary, your raise to calm quite moments spent doing nothing productive. In my day to day I sometimes forget how unnecessary it all is and that ultimately it’s not the stuff; it’s the people and the small moments that you remember, none of the bullshit we all get caught up in.